Saturday, April 27, 2013

I don't want to brag -but i'm gonna. I have some of the most extraordinary friends: philosophers, gardeners, world champions, DJ's, builders, bee keepers and rock stars. One such rock star, Swedish tallest a cappella singer Peter B, came to visit, and we had the kind of debauched week you'd expect from such a tour, which was entirely Freudian

He was here to enjoy the season, but screw springtime

Rock stars like him like getting high

and doing lines

lots of lines, to the point of exhaustion

and some problems unmentionable, resulting in a quick dash to the clinic

so we ended the trip resting in the country with some groupies

and soaking in some culture from lesser rock gods

Next time i'm going on tour with him i'm packing an underwear-proof umbrella.

About Me

With further ado -because i never understood why you'd go without it. Seems to me life's mostly ado, so we might as well give it due place. Don't mind if ado. Also, i used to think of myself as two thirds water, one third crap, but i have recently adjusted that view to a more precise two thirds water, one third other shit. Which neatly ties in to photography. Or maybe it doesn't. Can't help photography, really, but it doesn't seem to mind, either. I swim, preferably underwater. Something to do with flying, probably. Writing scares me -which more and more seems a good reason to do it. Exactly 2 people have asked me what a phaticist is -so i changed it to phaticister. I love broccoli. And ginger.